TRY telling ginger-haired Ben Watson and everyone connected with Wigan that the FA Cup has lost its magic.
Yesterday, it sprinkled fairy dust around Wembley once more to conjure up one of the competition’s biggest ever shocks.
This is right up there with Sunderland’s 1973 victory over Leeds and Wimbledon’s triumph against Liverpool in 1988.
The moment Prince Harry lookalike Watson headed in Shaun Maloney’s injury-time corner, it put him alongside Ian Porterfield and Lawrie Sanchez, who got the winners in those never-to-be-forgotten finals.
Wigan had not even been past the sixth round of this competition in their 81-year history, never mind reached a final.
A club with an average attendance of around 19,000 from a town that has rugby league as its first sport were supposed to be lambs to the slaughter against Roberto Mancini’s expensively-assembled champions of last season.
But the club whose signature tune at the DW Stadium is The Monkees’ I’m a Believer were not having their tummies tickled by one of football’s elite.
Perhaps only this team and their 23,000 supporters here yesterday, a quarter of Wigan’s population, were the only believers that this could happen.
A moment that also broke his heart as it effectively ended his career as a top-flight footballer.